And oddly, I'm almost on the brink of laughing. Yes. Seriously. Because I no sooner have intellectualized possibilities of how my biopsy results might pan out [cancer, yes or no?; if yes, papillary or follicular? Thyroidectomy (partial or entire)or nodulectomy?; will I lose my hair? will I lose more of my "me-ness" my sense of self? Accepting that quite possibly surgery and pain (at a minimum) are going to be some short time challenges to overcome], when a well meaning friend drops a conversational dirty bomb in my lap, sight unseen, something that hasn't been discussed, but now has me on hyperalert, worried.
Hell, the biopsy isn't until tomorrow, with the results available maybe Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, and now I'm worrying about the scenario of "Well, it's not cancer, you've got rheumatoid arthritis." I had just braced myself for the possibility of cancer, and weighing out the papillary vs the follicular (and not even thinking about lymph node involvement yet for either), and the idea of having RA is just too devastating for me. I dare say, even more devastating than the idea of cancer.
SHORT TERM:
Statistically speaking thyroid cancer (papillary) appears to be what I'll call "manageable." The thyroid is removed, either partly or entirely. Radiation is given. A restricted diet will be part of that "FUN" of the post-op experience while they determine hormonal balances and what not. Mobility of the head/neck will be slowed down/limited. Hormones will be taken daily. Ultimately the survivability of the cancer itself is quite promising, and a good lot of folks go on to live 30-40 years post op without their thyroid. I've read up, prepared myself mentally for a "prepare for the worst, hope for the best" type of thing, then the RA conversational dirty bomb gets dropped in my lap.
My mom's dad had RA and was pretty much debilitated from it (however, at 91 he was STILL more mobile and walked better than my mom does at age 67-68), and HIS dad had RA (and lived to be nearly 100-101 when he died, bed ridden for a good many years of the winter of his life). RA to me might as well be a death sentence. There is no cure. And considering that I cannot take NSAIDs and no doubt a good lot of the RA medications out there (Celebrex comes to mind) would cause ulceration issues for what is left of my stomach pouch after the bypass, the mere thought of rheumatoid arthritis scares the piss out of me. *Amazingly, my mother doesn't have RA, but OA. I'm not sure how she dodged that bullet, considering how many things that are wrong with her health.
LONG TERM:
Rheumatoid arthritis would mean the eventual curtailing and discontinuation of the things that bring joy and meaning to my life: Travel and Crochet. I've come to accept the notion of not having children of my own. Okay. I'm accepting that on a moment by moment basis, and it is still hard (some days harder than others). But to think of the things that bring me joy, traveling the world with my husband, and crocheting, and let's face it, being able to walk of my own steam, unassisted, independent. As it stands, given my mother's assortment of health issues and how her inability to be her own advocate and get treatment at crucial times when it could have made a difference, only to see her handicapped, house bound, and bitter, that's enough for me to be HYPER AWARE and GRATEFUL of every step I am able to take. The idea of being HOBBLED & wheel chair bound? No travel? No crochet? Perhaps unable to write my own name or type letters on a keyboard? Perhaps unable to grasp a knife to cut a tomato or run a brush thru my own hair? In the long term, that is not living. It's merely existing and being a prisoner of pain. I just hope that if this were to be my fate, someone would have the good sense to smother me in my sleep once things got so deteriorated I'd need a wheelchair or I can't brush my own teeth. Seriously.
I have no doubt that the friend who was suggesting a papillary thyroid cancer/RA connection was trying to be helpful but it's about as helpful as someone trying to cheer me up or show support by saying:
"Hey! Maybe it's not cancer, maybe it's LUPUS!"
"Hey! Maybe it's not cancer, maybe it's MS!"
"Hey! Maybe it's not cancer, maybe it's ALS!"
So, it's not bad enough I still have tomorrow's fine needle biopsy to endure. And now I'm even MORE scared shitless than I was before.
It's just too much to process.
In summation (if you're keeping score):
Papillary cancer = lower recurrence rate, but also has the possible bonus WILDCARD of rheumatoid arthritis
Follicular cancer = higher recurrence rate
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